
Pop Up Shoreline Mafia
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[Intro: Fenix]
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey
Shoreline Mafia man
Huh, what, what
Fenix Flexin, Fenix Flexin, ayy, Fenix Flexin, ayy
[Chorus: Fenix]
Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up
Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia
Yo, I don't fuck with snakes or no imposters
Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster
If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem
Pull up at his house and then we pop him (Pop, pop, pop)
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option (Nope)
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option (Nah, nah)
[Verse 1: Fenix]
Money call my name (Wah), hold up, fuck the fame (Fuck it)
Girl these not no Skatehouse, these are Alexander Wangs (Damn)
Baby girl you cute but I can't trust you with my name (Ok)
Baby girl I'm cool, I got a pill for everything (Wah)
Pour up my bro, this syrup wash away the pain (Pain)
Codeine in my liver, I got xannies in my brain (Xans)
Swear this bitch look stupid but she givin' up the brain
Pass it to my woe, he pass the blunt, yes we hit strange (Yo)
Famous in my city nigga, you can keep the fame (For real)
Girl you lookin' shitty, think your weave could use a change
Boy you lookin' broke, I think you could use some change
Neck it lookin' lonely, I think I could use some chains
Pocket lookin' swollen 'cause you know I keep the bang (Bling)
Salty 'cause your bitch on Twitter lookin' up my name (Plow, plow)
Damn your nigga lame, girl you cute, that's a shame
I do magic with the dope like my name was David Blaine, yeah
Yeah, yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey
Shoreline Mafia man
Huh, what, what
Fenix Flexin, Fenix Flexin, ayy, Fenix Flexin, ayy
[Chorus: Fenix]
Shootin' out the Uber when we pop up
Shoreline, we the motherfuckin' mafia
Yo, I don't fuck with snakes or no imposters
Sippin' lean at Mastro's, eatin' lobster
If you ain't knowin' yet boy, we a problem
Pull up at his house and then we pop him (Pop, pop, pop)
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option (Nope)
Ain't no peace treaty, that's no option (Nah, nah)
[Verse 1: Fenix]
Money call my name (Wah), hold up, fuck the fame (Fuck it)
Girl these not no Skatehouse, these are Alexander Wangs (Damn)
Baby girl you cute but I can't trust you with my name (Ok)
Baby girl I'm cool, I got a pill for everything (Wah)
Pour up my bro, this syrup wash away the pain (Pain)
Codeine in my liver, I got xannies in my brain (Xans)
Swear this bitch look stupid but she givin' up the brain
Pass it to my woe, he pass the blunt, yes we hit strange (Yo)
Famous in my city nigga, you can keep the fame (For real)
Girl you lookin' shitty, think your weave could use a change
Boy you lookin' broke, I think you could use some change
Neck it lookin' lonely, I think I could use some chains
Pocket lookin' swollen 'cause you know I keep the bang (Bling)
Salty 'cause your bitch on Twitter lookin' up my name (Plow, plow)
Damn your nigga lame, girl you cute, that's a shame
I do magic with the dope like my name was David Blaine, yeah
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